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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
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It is my favourite because I think the words are beautiful. Elizabeth B Browning must certainly have had great feelings to have written such a passionate poem.
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Very passionate indeed, thank you.
by winkie on October 21st, 2009
You are most welcome winkie
by partyparty on October 22nd, 2009
Party, he rescued her from a domineering father who had sexual lust for her. She had been partially paralyzed for 20 years, and he taught her to walk again. She wrote her book -- all 44 sonnets -- in secret and gave it to him for their 5th wedding anniversary.
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She says "...love...better after death."
After her death, he wrote this to her:
Here's the site:
http://mwsresearch.homestead.com/files/Proem.html
by Sandman on October 24th, 2009
Oh thanks very much for that Sandman. What a love story!!
by partyparty on October 25th, 2009
I haven’t told you half of it. When her father left town, he picked her up in his arms and carried her down three flights of stairs, took her to a church and married her right then and there. They sailed off to Italy, where he had already bought her a house.
There’s a lot more, equally romantic; but I’m not writing an article here.
Read the play or rent the movie, “The Barretts of Wimpole Street” (MGM 1957).
There’s a famous sculpture of their hands, as they always sat and held hands every night before bedtime.
And her dog even wrote a book about them. :)
by Sandman on October 25th, 2009